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Lin Feng listened, and his understanding of kendo seemed to be deepened in his heart. He decided to incorporate these insights into his swordsmanship and constantly explore deeper realms. He and the old swordsman became friends for many years, often exchanging swordsmanship in the remote mountains and forests to inspire each other.

At the same time, Lin Feng's friends have also made progress on the path of kendo. Qingyin's swordsmanship became more sharp and sharp, and Alban's glory swordsmanship incorporated more samurai spirit. They have experienced many ups and downs together, grown together, and their friendship with each other has deepened.

The conspiracy of the black-clad organization is getting more and more intrigued, and the mysterious sword technique they are looking for is said to contain the power of destruction, and if it falls into the wrong hands, it will bring endless disasters. Lin Feng and his friends felt a great responsibility, and they knew that only by defeating this organization could they protect the peace of the martial arts.

One day, Lin Feng came to an ancient sword cairn. Legend has it that an ancient sword saint was once buried, whose sword technique was called the "Heavenly Curtain Sword" and was considered the supreme kendo realm in the world. Lin Feng had respect in his heart and wanted to comprehend the deeper true meaning of kendo here.

Just as he was sitting and meditating, a figure suddenly flashed out, it was the old swordsman. He looked at Lin Feng and said with a smile: "Young man, you have reached an important threshold, and the path of swordsmanship requires more comprehension.

Lin Feng stood up and saluted the old swordsman deeply: "Senior, you came at the right time. I'm trying to comprehend the secrets of this kendo. The

old swordsman nodded, walked to a clearing, and drew his sword. Lin Feng, let's have a discussion.

Lin Feng's heart was shocked, he knew that the old swordsman was not going to compete with him, but to let him comprehend a deeper kendo realm. The swords of the two staggered, as if silently transmitting wordless spiritual communication.

"Sword art is not only a performance of skill, but also a catharsis of emotions. You must inject your inner emotions into your sword moves to make the sword technique more alive. The old swordsman's voice sounded in Lin Feng's ears.

Lin Feng nodded silently, and he began to try to integrate his emotions into the sword move. He recalled the scene of being scolded by his father since he was a child, and the guilt and guilt have now become his driving force. His sword moves became more and more fluid and powerful, as if resonating with the pulse in his heart.

The old swordsman's sword moves also became more and more fierce, as if he was guiding Lin Feng's sword technique. The swords of the two are intertwined to form a wonderful sword dance. The surrounding scenery seemed to be infected by this sword qi, and the mountain wind whistled by, as if it was also cheering for their competition.

I don't know how long it took, the two sword moves gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in the air. The old swordsman smiled and nodded: "Lin Feng, you have already begun to comprehend. Kendo is not only a technique, but also a communication between emotions and hearts. Only by truly integrating your heart into your sword moves can your sword art reach a higher level.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and he felt that his heart was clear. He understood that swordsmanship is not only an external performance, but also an inner manifestation. He looked at the old swordsman gratefully: "Senior, thank you for your guidance." The

old swordsman waved his hand: "You and I are originally partners of Kendo and the enemy, so there is no need to be polite." The conspiracy of the black-clad organization has gradually surfaced, you need to be prepared, they will not give up easily. In

the following days, Lin Feng and his friends continued to strengthen their sword art cultivation, and at the same time began to secretly investigate the movements of the black-clad organization. As time passed, they gradually uncovered the true conspiracy behind the black-clad organization, discovered the destructive power of that mysterious sword technique, and became more and more determined to eradicate this threat.

One night, Lin Feng and his friends sat around a campfire, discussing strategies against the black-clad organization. Qingyin said softly: "The number of black-clad organizations is large, and we must find a way to completely defeat them.

Alban clenched his fists: "I heard that they planned to hold a peak swordsmanship tournament on the night of the full moon to attract all the swordsmen. This may be an opportunity for us to infiltrate their interior.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the so-called near Zhu is red, and near Ink is black." If we can get into this game, maybe we can get a deeper understanding of their plans.

So, Lin Feng and his friends decided to participate in this sword art competition in different capacities. Qingyin will play a mysterious Sword Immortal disciple, while Alban will appear as a Knight of Glory. And Lin Feng will transform into an ordinary swordsman to hide his identity.

As the day of the competition approached, swordsmen from all over the martial arts came to compete for the legendary mysterious sword technique. Lin Feng and his friends also came to the scene of the match and witnessed fierce sword fights.

On the first day of the competition, Lin Feng appeared as an ordinary swordsman, and although his sword skills were not as good as those top masters, he was also comfortable and defeated his opponents. During the game, he was always vigilant, secretly looking for clues to the black-clad organization.

The next day's competition was more intense, and all kinds of masters appeared one after another, and the sword qi was rampant. Lin Feng had been observing, and suddenly, he found something abnormal. In the corner of the playing field, there are some people in black exchanging something.

Lin Feng's eyes were cold, and he decided to move closer to the past, trying to hear the content of their conversation. He blended into the crowd and quietly approached, however, just as he was about to hear clearly, a man in black suddenly turned around and seemed to detect his presence.

"Someone is listening in on us!" The man in black shouted sharply, immediately attracting the attention of the people around him. Lin Feng's heart tightened, he knew that things were not good, but he had no intention of retreating. He walked out resolutely, his eyes firmly fixed on the man in black: "You are the people of the black-clothed organization." The

man in black showed a mocking smile: "Boy, you have a little eyesight, and you actually found us." However, you don't have a chance to get out of here. The

wind gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the blade flashed with icy cold light. He calmly said, "Black-clad organization, you actually want to use this match to obtain that devastating sword technique. How crazy you are. The

smile of the man in black became even more grim: "You don't need to say more, you are already a dead man." They drew their swords at the same time, and a cold murderous aura pervaded.

Lin Feng did not flinch in the slightest, and his eyes flashed with a firm will. "No matter what happens to you, I will not let you succeed. The power of good will never be destroyed by evil. As

soon as the words fell, the battle broke out. Lin Feng greeted the sword move of the man in black, the sword light was staggered, and sparks splashed. Although he was at a disadvantage, he turned the situation around little by little with his firm will and profound swordsmanship attainments.